Thou art a Soldier, therefore seldom rich,

It comes in Charity to thee; for all thy living
Is 'mongst the dead; and all the Lands thou hast
Lye in a Pitcht Field.

Alc. I defie Land, my Lord.

I Lord. We are so vertuously bound.

Tim. And fo am I to you.

2 Lord. So infinitely endear'd

Tim. All to you. Lights, more Lights, more Light. 3 Lord. The best of Happiness, Honour and Fortunes,

Keep with you, Lord Timon.

Tim. Ready for his Friends.

Apem. What a coil's here,

[Exeunt Lords.

Serving of becks and jutting out of bums?
I doubt whether their Legs be worth the Sums
That are given for 'em. Friendship's full of Dregs
Methinks false Hearts should never have found Legs.
Thus honest Fools lay out their wealth on Court'fies.
Tim. Now, Apemantus, if thou wert not fullen,
I would be good to thee.

Apem. No, I'll nothing; for if I should be brib'd too, there would be none left to rail upon thee, and then thou wouldst Sin the faster. Thou giv'st so long, Timon, I fear me, thou wilt give away thy self in Paper shortly. What need these Feafts, Pomps, and Vain-glories?

Tim. Nay, and you begin to rail on Society once, I am fworn not to give regard to you. Farewel, and come with better Musick.

[Exit.

Apem. So---Thou wilt not hear me now, thou shalt not

then. I'll lock thy Heav'n from thee:

Oh that Mens Ears should be

To Counsel deaf, but not to Flattery.

[Exit.

ACT

:

A

ACT II. SCENE I.

SCENE A publick Place in the City.

Enter a Senator.

to Ifidore

ND late five thousand: To Varro and
He owes nine thousand, besides my former Sum,

:

Which make it five and twenty. Still in motion
Of raging Waste? It cannot hold, it will not.
If I want Gold, steal but a Beggar's Dog,
And give it Timon, why the Dog coins Gold.
If I would fell my Horse, and buy twenty more
Better than he; why give my Horse to Timon;
Ask nothing, give it him, it foals me straight
An able Horse. No Porter at his Gate,
But rather one that smiles and still invites
All that pass by. It cannot hold, no reason
Can found his State in safety, Caphis, hoa!
Caphis I fay.

Enter Caphis.

Cap. Here, Sir, what is your Pleafure?

Sen. Get on your Cloak, and haste you to Lord Timon;

Importune him for my Monies, be not ceast
With flight denial; nor then filenc'd, with

Commend me to your Master and the Cap
Plays in the right Hand---thus: But tell him, Sirrah,
My ufes cry to me; I must serve my turn
Out of mine own; his days and times are past,
And my reliances on his fracted dates
Have smite my Credit. I love and honour him;
But must not break my Back, to heal his Finger.
Immediate are my Needs, and my Relief
Must not be tost and turn'd to me in words,
But find supply immediate. Get you gone,
Put on a most importunate Aspect,
A Visage of demand: For I do fear
When every Feather sticks in his own Wing,
Lord Timon will be left a naked gull,
Which flashes now a Phoenix: Get you gone.

H 4

Cap.

SCENE II. Timon's Hall.

Enter Flavius, with many Bills in his Hand.
Fla. No care, no stop, so senseless of expence,
That he will neither know how to maintain it,
Nor cease his flow of Riot. Takes no account
How things go from him, nor resumes no care
Of what is to continue: Never mind
Was to be so unwise, to be so kind.

[Exeunt.

What shall be done?- he will not hear, 'till feel:
I must be round with him, now he comes from Hunting,
Fie, fie, fie, fie,

Enter Caphis, Ifidore, and Varro.

Cap. Good even, Varro; what, you come for Mony?

Var. Is't not your Business too?

Cap. It is, and yours too, Ifidore ?

Ifid. It is fo.

Cap. Would we were all discharg'd,

Var. I fear it.

Cap. Here comes the Lord.

Enter Timon, and bis Train,

Tim. So foon as Dinner's done, we'll forth again,

My Alcibiades. With me, what's your will?

[They Present their Bills.

Cap. My Lord, here is a note of certain dues.

Tim. Dues? Whence are you?

Cap. Of Athens here: My Lord,

Tim. Go to my Steward.

Cap. Please it your Lordship, he hath put me off,

To the Succeffion of new Days, this Month:
My Master is awak'd by great Occafion,

To call upon his own, and humbly prays you,
That with your other noble Parts, you'll fuit,

In giving him his Right,

فية

Tim. Mine honest Friend,

I prethee but repair to me next Morning.
Cap. Nay, good my Lord--
Tim. Contain thy self, good Friend.

Var. One Varro's Servant, my good Lord

Ifid. From Ifidore, he humbly prays your speedy pay

ment

Cap. If you did know, my Lord, my Master's wantsVar, 'Twas due on forfeiture, my Lord, fix Weeks, and paft

Ifid. Your Steward puts me off, my Lord, and I

Am fent exprefly to your Lordship.

Tim. Give me breath:

[To the Lords. I do beseech you, good my Lords, keep on, [Exe. Lords. I'll wait upon you instantly. Come hither, pray you How goes the World that I am thus encountred With clamorous demands of Debt, broken Bonds, And the Detention of long since due Debts, Against my Honour?

Fla. Please you, Gentlemen,

The time is unagreeable to this Business:
Your Importunacy cease, 'till after Dinner,

That I may make his Lordship understand

Wherefore you are not paid.

Tim. Do so, my Friends; fee them well entertain'd.

Stew. Pray draw near.

Enter Apemantus and Fool.

[Exit.

Cap. Stay, stay, here comes the Fool with Apemantus,

let's have some sport with 'em.

Ver. Hang him, he'll abuse us.

Ifid. A plague upon him, Dog.

Var. How dost, Fool?

Apem. Doft dialogue with thy Shadow?'

Var. I speak not to thee.

Apem. No, 'tis to thy self. Come away.

Ifid. There's the Fool hangs on your Back already.

Apem. No, thou standst single, thou art not on him yet.

Cap. Where's the Fool now?

Apem. He last ask'd the Question. Poor Rogues and

Ufurers Men, Bawds between Gold and Want.

All. What are we, Apemantus?

Apem.

Apem. Affes.

All. Why?

Apem. That you ask me what you are, and do not know

your selves. Speak to 'em, Fool.

Fool. How do you, Gentlemen?

All. Gramercies, good Fool:

How does your Mistress?

Fool. She's e'en setting on Water to scald such Chickens

as you are. Would we could fee you at Corinth.

Apem. Good! Gramercy!

Enter Page.

Fool. Look you, here comes my Master's Page.

Page. Why how now, Captain? What do you in this

wife company?

How dost thou, Apemantus?

Apem. Would I had a Rod in my Mouth, that I might answer thee profitably.

Page. Prethee, Apemantus, read me the Superscription of these Letters, I know not which is which.

Apem. Canft not read?

Page. No.

Apem. There will little Learning die then that day thou art hang'd. This is to Lord Timon, this to Alcibiades. Go. thou wast born a Bastard, and thou'lt die a Bawd.

Page. Thou wast whelpt a Dog, and thou shalt famish, a

Dog's death.

Answer not, I am gone.

Apem. E'en so thou out-run'st Grace. Fool, I will go with you to Lord Timon's. Fool. Will you leave me there?

Apem. If Timon stay at home.

You three serve three Ufurers?

All. I would they serv'd' us.
Apem. So would I

As good a trick as ever Hangman serv'd Thief,
Fool. Are you three Ufurers Men?

All. Ay; Fool.

[Exit.

Fool. I think no Ufurer but has a Fool to his Servant.

My Mistress is one, and I am her Fool; when Men come

to borrow of your Masters, they approach fadly, and go